Feline

Don't lay there softly blinking

I see through your fluffy guise

Behind your feline peepers

Circles homicidal cries

You may be sweetness, by the fireside

Nuzzle'ing closer to the heat

Your features cute as candy

As you beg your favourite treat

But there's an underlying evil

Below your silky-ebony, coat

An instinct that sits opposite

Your purring and your dote

I saw you in the garden

Stalking that pour mouse

Three hours you crucified it

Before you fetched it in the house

Tossing it in the air, like a rigid lifeless log

I'm glad I'm not a mouse

Are you relieved I'm not a dog
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